“West Virginia. Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River.” – JD. I can’t get this song out of my head as I post this snap, taken by my sister Jenny out the Jeep window, on our last day driving home from Florida. We good ole Canadian gals felt our spirits rise as we left the flat expanse of North Carolina and entered the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia that last cold morning. As the sun rose pink in the east, we wound our way up through the mountains, welcomed by a fresh dump of snow. Cue the Christmas playlist on the Ipod. We were coming home.
Now as I plan to flee the city for Christmas back home in a few days, I think back on that beautiful drive home and am grateful for my good fortune. The open road is freedom!
“Take me home country roads.”